pearls of wisdom

Late last year, after an event, I came home and promptly broke my favorite string of pearls.  It broke right near the clasp.  I have looked at that broken string since the end of November last year.

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to learn to re-string pearls.  If you didn’t know, to have a pearl necklace restrung, the cost begins around $75.00 and goes up from there.

I went to Ship Wreck Beads (the most amazing bead store in the universe) and asked oodles of questions, bought a tool, some silk thread and a How-to book.

I needed/wanted to wear that particular string of beauties on Saturday morning.  They have a lovely weight to them and they are stunning.

Three you-tube videos later, one book, oodles of suggestions and 45 minutes of me trying to work the new tool WITHOUT taking off the safety tip (duh)………

Finally, I put on some beautiful piano music.  It calmed me down and helped my brain work on figuring this out.  It honestly helped.  Usually, if I remember to put on soothing music, it helps me figure out beautiful puzzles such as this and create with my hands.

I can’t really believe I can type this.

I did it.

Yes, I can now say, I know how to knot between each and put together a string of pearls with clasp.

I wore the pearls Saturday morning to a memorial.  I went home to change.  I was still wearing the pearl necklace when I went to the Feed Store.  Next stop Vegetable stand and then onto the Hardware store.

I do love the feeling of pearls next to my skin.  I still had them on and for the 4th time in one day, change my clothes, yet again,  to go out to dinner.

Still wearing the pearls.

I sort of wondered about wearing a pearl necklace to the Hardware store, then I remembered what Mrs. Kennedy said.  “Pearls are always appropriate.” 

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In this together, friends,

Chat soon

ps.  Why yes, I typed this while wearing my pearl necklace.




tap, tap

As I was driving to my friend’s house to pick her up for a coffee date, I reminded myself out loud, “Don’t stay too long, she is still in pain and a long coffee date might not be beneficial”.  Well, something along those lines.

Basically, Don’t talk too much!

….famous last words.

You see, she is recovering slowly from two broken arms.  Yes, you read that correctly, TWO. I was anxious to see her, I just didn’t want to tucker her out.

Side note:  we are fortunate to have a brand new car.  Saturday, before our coffee date, I practiced driving, parking and changing lanes etc.  I wanted to make sure I could do a good job of taking my friend out for coffee. 

Thanks to Mr. Right, you KNOW the gas tank was full, the car spit spot clean, sparkling inside and out.  You already guessed he made sure I had extra spending loot and he told me to drive safe.

Their home overlooks a huge park where they hold summer festivities.  This time it wasfircrest park a ginormous car show with oodles of people everywhere and not a parking spot in sight.

My friend and her husband were out on their sidewalk waiting for me to pull over.

Anyway, we excitedly said hello, she got in and situated.  Her husband helped her and made sure she was comfortable.  I passed him some fresh eggs and we were set to go.  He told me to drive safe.  He closed the passenger door and tapped the roof two times.

tap, tap.

Off we went to the coffee shop.  Dang, I love that girl.  We have been friends for 44 years.  No, that is not a misprint.  Yes, we have been friends that long.  She has always been a beautiful blond who defies the traditional blond jokes.  There is no joke about how intelligent she is. That girl is wicked smart with a side of humor.  Oh yeah, I am lucky to have her in my tribe.

iced latteWe enjoyed coffee and shared a treat between talking and talking and talking.  At one time, I had a faint, fleeting thought, “keep it short this time”.  Then I asked how her daughter was and she mentioned they had set the date for their wedding…………….well, settle in folks.   I hadn’t seen a smile on my friends’ face like that in ages!

Happily, down the wedding rabbit hole, we went.

Okay, it really was time to wrap it up and get her home.

I was sad to hug goodbye.   Like we always do, we promised each other we would do it again soon.

I phoned Mr. Right to tell him I was headed home.

As I drove home, like a good ending to a Sherlock Holmes movie,  our coffee date replayed in my mind…. going over details, reliving the goodness.

In my mind, I heard it again.

tap, tap.

Earlier when I heard that, it didn’t register.

tap, tap.

That was her husband’s rough, huge, tough, capable hand on the top of our car.  He’s probably done that over a thousand times in his life.  He was a marine, in Vietnam.  He was a firefighter. He was a paramedic.  He has put so many people in helicopters, ambulances, and aid cars, that he most likely can’t remember the number of times.

I would venture to guess, he doesn’t even think about it.

tap, tap.

beach-sand-heart-wallpaper-3The other day, another friend mentioned that when she sees married couples who seem to be happy and thriving in their marriage she asks them, “What’s your secret?”

PSSSSSSST!          I know one of the secrets.

tap, tap.

You know that moment in a wedding ceremony when you promise to love, honor and cherish?

He cherishes her.

The word cherish is a verb and it means to protect and care for (someone) lovingly. 

When he taps the door or top of the car, he is letting the driver know that the passenger is safe, protected and ready to be transported.  ……….Take care of this woman because I cherish her and now I am entrusting that you will protect her while she is with you.

That man cherishes his wife.

You can see it.  You can feel it.

During this time of her having two broken wings, it is a little more noticeable to the rest of us.  He irons her clothes, cooks and cleans and wait for it……he washes her hair.  Swoon, is there anything more sensual, personal and wonderful than when your man washes your hair?  SWEET JUNIE MOON!

If you would like an excellent, well-written book on the topic, I highly recommend the book, “Cherish”.   The author is a childhood friend, Gary Thomas.

So, to answer the question “what is the secret to a thriving, loving, happy marriage”? I am pretty sure one of the answers is to cherish your spouse.

How do I know?

I witness it through watching my friend and her husband.

I witness it through my brother in law and sister in law.

I live a life of feeling cherished every single day and I cherish that man I call Mr. Right.

tap, tap

In this together, friends,

chat soon











Grateful Alphabet

alphebetEver wake up at 3:11 am and can’t figure out why?  Nor does it seem that sleep is within reach?

yeah, me too.

We all have tricks or ideas that we try.  Often times, my brain is just too full of stuff.  Heck, that is the reason, I started writing this blog 981 posts ago.  Geesh, that is a LOT of sleeping through the night.

Okay, I just put on my uber fancy honest hat  (think feathers and ribbons and glitter, lots of glitter)………sometimes, the “go back to sleep” tricks just don’t work.

That’s where this game comes in handy.  If you have tried all the other tricks: flip pillow to cool side, straighten covers, rearrange hair, get out of bed and go do something else, put on fuzzy socks, put on sweet smelling natural hand lotion…you understand…

flower-grass-alphabet-938465I always end with the Grateful Alphabet game.  Never make it to the end.  (however because I have a grand whose name begins with the letter Z,  I always  Say, A, B, C, Z, D, E, F, G…..

This game is easy.  You start with the letter A and say one or two things that you are grateful for beginning with that letter.  Easy peasy, right?  I hardly ever get past L,M,N,O,P.

Good luck and Sweet Dreams!

A……Adelaide, apple cider


C…..Cooper, coffee


D…..Dustin, dandelion fuzz

E…..eggplant, fried egg plant at our favorite Thai restaurant

F…..French Press Coffee

G…..Gabe and Gabi, gel pens

H…..heart you make with your pointer fingers and thumbs

I…..interesting murder mystery books

J…..Janis, John, Jennifer, jumping on rebounder, juice, jingle bell in homemade dresses


L…..lemon curd

M…..Monica, magnesium flake bath, magic markers, making pasta


O…..olive groves in California

P…..popcorn, pansies, pillows, paint, pie (blackberry pie)

Q…..quilting, Quincy (our dog, years ago), quizzes in magazines

R….roasted garlic, reading murder mysteries, running clean water

S……Sweet Liberty Wilson

T…..tangerines in grapefruit juice

U…..underwater swimming…so quiet

V…..velvet throw, velvet Christmas dress (i really want one in my life)

W…..warm peach cobbler

X…..extra large fresh eggs




Grateful for Sweet Dreams.

kind secrets

I have been stitching with my hands for about 43 years now.  For some reason, I am drawn like a magnet to a huge chunk of metal to fabric & thread.  My heart and soul is drawn magically to the fiber arts.

I am not sure if it is the complete control over how I will change a blank piece of fabric or a skein of thread and turn it into something glorious or if it is just to keep my hands busy.  Maybe it is the excitement as I begin a new project or the thrill of putting in that final stitch?  Maybe it is the feeling of accomplishment?

Side note:  I have stuck to my New Year’s Resolution.  I have had a completed piece framed each month.  Instead of the pile of unframed projects, the pile has dwindled down to 2.  Feels wonderful to place value on each piece and walk it through to completion.


A general rule of thumb is that I stitch 6 days a week for about 50 minutes. (That would be the amount of time it takes Mr. Right to make our daily juice.)  Oh sure, I stitch more on some days or if the sun is shining and I sneak outdoors for 30 minutes and add a few letters or a leaf on a vine.  Once in a while, I stitch for 30 minutes when Mr. Right watches Jeopardy.  I listen as my fingers and needle fly.

Over the years, I have heard family members get into nasty altercations about what they “deserve” when someone older moves into a care facility or have passed on.  If the person didn’t leave specific wishes, then I guess it is a mystery. “She would have wanted me to have this.”   Notice how there are no fights or discussions about Uncle Gary’s stacks and stacks of National Geographic magazines?

Samplers are by far my favorite counted cross stitch item to work on.  The hobby of counting stitches has fallen by the way side.   So I seek and find comradery of fellow stitchers on-line.  Yes, the great big technology world we live in, actually connects me with others who value the fine art of stitchery.  Oh sure I would adore having a “sew and tell” in person with hot cups of coffee.  However, it is just not in the cards.

Oh sure, Mr. Right listens with what looks like real interest.  However, I have this funny feeling he is thinking, what the20150923_115023-1 heck do I know about 1/2 stitches or hand dyed threads?

I do think things through & of course solve the world’s problems while adding a stitch here or there, sometimes however,  my mind wonders.  I figure out little ways to add secrets to my pieces.  Sometimes, I stitch one child’s birthday as the date I place upon the piece.  Sometimes, I use another person’s initials instead of my own.  Sometimes, I stitch into the actual design the year of one daughter in law’s birth year. 20150922_175709-1

Yes, I give a few as gifts.  Once in a while I add a special charm to the back or I include a hidden favorite animal in the finished piece.  There are a few special people in my life that I like to mark in my heart.  I have stitched a beach scene for a friend who finds peace near the water’s edge.  I have stitched a beautiful heart for a friend who, well, has a beautiful heart.  Yes, for each of our grands I have stitched a birth sampler.

I would like to think, instead of a heated discussion or gasp, one of my pieces being tossed into the “give to Charity” box…. I would like to think that my family will discover the secret codes and figure out the pieces that were made with them in mind.

“Be to others kind and true as you’d have others be to you.”